This is a song about "Psychotic"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Plot twist he's a novelist psychotic and off of it

Believe me i'm legally classed as a narcotic, i'm psychotic,

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Till there's nothing left, but a psychotic grin

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

I'm psychotic, wicked thoughts? don't worry, my minds got it.

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Crazy,psychotic or even insane

The psychotic dork with a knife as a fork like

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright